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mariasont · 29 days

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Please, Don't Prove 'Em Right - A.H

a/n: my girl sabrina can do no wrong and i have been listening to this song on repeat since it came out so i just absolutely needed to write a fic about it

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pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: aaron hotchner is a busy man and he tends to disappoint you by missing important events

warnings: angst (sorry in advance), aaron is like not a great husband, reader is also an imperfect character, reader is a girl boss though

wc: 1.2k

You were in your best dress. More expensive than you'd ever think about buying for yourself, but it had been a gift from Aaron. You had fought him on it, scolding him for spending so much on a dress you were sure to only wear once. But he had insisted, telling you that this opportunity was once in a lifetime and that it would be a sin for it to not be celebrated with a dress that made you shine like a ruby.

He was right, partly, you were shining--glowing, sparkling, glittering--as you moved through the library. It was beautiful, to say the least--all opulence and history that was almost too much to absorb. The marble floors almost seemed to amplify the conversations around you, the clinking of glasses, the swish of overpriced gowns and tuxedos.

Your eyes settled on the tiered desks fitted with bronze reading lamps, now repurposed as a station for hors d'oeuvres and champagne. The circular arrangement of desks, once centered around knowledge, now facilitated hushed gossip and the discreet laughter of society's finest.

You could almost hear what they were thinking: there she is again without her husband, that poor thing always by herself, and your personal favorite—does he even exist?

You wanted to be angry, to scold their prying eyes, for putting their noses into something that had nothing to do with them whatsoever. But could you really blame them? Every event you attended you told the same story--my husband is a busy man with an important job--a line you had grown tired of repeating.

And that was all true. He devoted most of his time to saving lives--how could you find fault in that? How could you complain to having a husband whose very essence was self-sacrifice and heroism?

This evening was set to be an exception; he was in New York for a case, and the Pulitzer Prize ceremony was not something he would miss. He had given you his word.

You understood his passion for his job, completely, because you held that same passion for your own. You dedicated years of your life to your journalism, investigating corruption at its highest levels. This is exactly how you ended up here tonight, nominated for a Pulitzer Prize for that very work. A Pulitzer Prize.

The term once seemed like a fantastical concept to you, a lofty accolade reserved for the likes of JFK, Bob Dylan, Robert Frost--icons, not someone as ordinary as you. Yet, against all odds, you find yourself among the select few, a nominee for an honor that has only been won by 1,512 individuals since 1917, a fact Spencer had supplied you with.

Someone was speaking to you, saying your name. Almost without thinking, your hand found a flute of champagne, taking a generous sip before turning to face them.

"You look stunning, and a well-deserved congratulations are in order. Everyone back at the office is cheering for you." It was your boss, her stilettos adding inches to her already imposing frame.

The flattery didn't quite mask her usual coldness, it was all too artificial. She wasn't your biggest fan, and she had made that clear from your first day. Still, you mustered a smile and thanked her anyway, taking another sip of champagne, hoping to drown away her nauseating voice.

"It's too bad your husband couldn't be here," she began, and you had to resist the urge to rip out her extensions. "This is an incredible accomplishment, but he's quite the busy man, as you say."

"Yes, he is busy, but he'll be here tonight," you replied, flashing her your best smile as you smoothed the red fabric that suddenly felt too tight. "He's actually here in New York on a case."

"Oh, how great. I can't wait to put a face to the name." You could tell by the look she shot her own husband that she didn't believe a word from your mouth. "Anyway, I have to go speak with an academy representative, but I'll see you and your husband at the ceremony?"

You responded with a nod, not dignifying her with words as she left, her giggles a bitter sound. You hated her. And you were ready to make her eat her words when your husband, who looked absolutely incredibly in a suit, showed up.

But then it was dinner, and you found yourself alone, surrounded by a table of important people whose names you couldn't remember. The seat beside you was empty and suddenly that omnipotent, cloud-nine feeling you had vanished with the time that passed.

The text you sent piled up, feeling a little juvenile, like you were back in high school again getting stood up at prom.

Let me know when you're close!

Is everything going okay?

Call me if you can.

An onslaught of anxious thoughts skyrocketed around your mind as you mechanically chewed the fancy food that only seemed to upset your stomach further. What if something happened? Was he okay? Did the case go wrong? Did he get in a car accident on the way here?

You were a bundle of nerves, gnawing on the inside of your mouth as your heel tapped up and down against the floor. But this wasn't borne from concern for his well-being; deep down, you were certain he was fine. The truth was simpler and sharper: he wasn't coming.

You should have been prepared, should have braced for this, but you were convinced that this time, this occasion would be an exception.

You name was being called, but this time not by someone wanting to extract prying information or stir speculation, no, this time it was carried across the crowed, wrapped in the microphone's static hum.

Your head snapped up, fingers ceasing their fidgeting as you struggled to mask the shock and avoid the gaping, breathless look of a fish out of water.

You had won.

People were clapped, but it seemed far away as you made your way to the stage, hands coming from all directions to offer pats on the back and handshakes of congratulations.

You had won.

Your feet were carrying you up a small set of stairs. You were trying to remember how to walk--left, right, heel, toe. There was a bright light on you now, prompting a slight squint and you worked to keep a smile on your face as you accepted the award.

You had to be dreaming. Had to be. There was no other explanation.

You were on display now, under the intense stage lights. Your body was on autopilot, stepping behind the podium, words flowing out of your mouth--a speech you had rehearsed over and over again in the slim chance that you would win. And here you are.

But the more you spoke the more you seemed to deviate from the script.

You paused, voice catching as you tried your best not to let the tears fall--your makeup was too pristine for smears.

"But tonight, as I accept this honor, I am reminded that while we may seek comfort in the presence of others, our truest strength comes from within." Your eyes dart around the audience, clinging to the slim chance he's there, that he showed up. "It comes from knowing that when we step into the moment, we step in with conviction, with passion, and sometimes, with a singularity that says we are enough."

The final words of your speech hang in the air, a brittle hope that disappears as quickly as it surfaced. He proved them right, and no amount of applause can drown out the sound of your heart breaking just a little.

part 2

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lucyswinter · 6 months

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Who/what I write for:

-Cillian Murphy/ characters: (Jackson Rippner, Tom Shelby, Neil Lewis, Jonathan Crane, Kitten Braden, Jim: 28 days later, Emmett: a quiet place part II, Raymond Leon, Robert Fischer, Tom Buckley)

-Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, JJ,

-The Bear: Sydney Adamu, Richie Jerimovich, Carmen Berzatto, Sugar Berzatto

-Saw: Lawrence Gordon, Adam Stanheight, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Amanda Young, Jill Tuck, Lynn Denlon (for ships: I’ll do chainshipping, coffinshipping, and shotgunshipping/lynnmanda!)

-American Horror Story (All seasons up to Cult with the addition of 1984. Only ships if they are canon (by season, I mean)! i.e: I won’t do Kit Walker (s2) x Madison Montgomery (s3) or anything! And for canon relationships, I will do any season besides NYC and Delicate as long as they are already together. For example, I would do Montana and Richard from 1984.)

-Nip/Tuck: Sean McNamara, Christian Troy, Matt McNamara, Julie McNamara, Liz Cruz, Eden Lord, Sophia Lopez, Kimber Henry

-DC villains (from the Nolan trilogy or Gotham tv show! I will specify from which one I mean. I’ll also write Batman but that’s the only “hero”/vigilante)

-Peaky blinders: Luca Changretta, Tom Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Finn Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Oswald Mosley

-Top Gun/ Top Gun: Maverick: any characters! (For ships, I only rlly know IceMav 😭 but I’m open to others! I’ll also do penny!reader)

-Bridgerton/ Queen Charolette: Daphne x Simon, George x Charolette, Anthony x Kate, Colin x Penelope (and all of these characters individually as well as Benedict, Violet, Eloise, and the Featherington sisters! *Edit for season 3*: Lord Debling, Lord Stirling, Lady Arnold, Lord Anderson, Francesca Bridgerton, Cressida Cowper)

-Community: Professor Ian Duncan, Jeff Winger, Abed Nadir, Britta Perry , Annie Edison, Troy Barnes

-Impractical Jokers: Joe Gatto, Sal Vulcano, James Murray, Brian Quinn

-Supernatural: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Destiel (will not do Wincest or Wincestiel)

-X-files: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, MSR

-BBC Sherlock (only JohnLock)

-Good omens (only Ineffable husbands)

-Hannibal (only Hannigram)

(Any other characters im open to! Just PM me to see if I know the fandom/media they’re in, or rec with a few options! I’ll ignore if I don’t know them <;3)

I will write: A bit ooc (depends on scenario 🤭), fluff, smut, small-ish age gap, AU’s, non romantic pairings, alternate endings, fem!/gn!/afab!reader, character x reader, character x character

I won’t write: Male!/nonbinary!/trans!reader (im a cis female so I will write gender neutral reader if requested, but most fics (unless specified) were written with a fem reader in mind :)), incest, underage reader (or character), dub/non-con

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marsrblg · 2 years

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twd fic recs <3

multiple characters

reader coming out [platonic daryl dixon, rick grimes, negan smith, maggie rhee, glenn rhee, tara chambler, carl grimes, aaron] (gn reader)

rick grimes

"we should get married" (male reader)

traveling with rick (male reader)

beard scratches (male reader)

carl grimes

dating carl hcs (gn reader)

fluff alphabet (male reader)

carl protecting reader during the alexandria bombing (gn reader)

cuddling with carl (gn reader)

summer date with carl (gn reader)

carl being whipped hcs (male reader)

rick interrupting a make-out session (male reader)

falling asleep with carl (gn reader)

rick's pov of carl's relationship (gn reader)

reader helping when carl gets lost (male reader)

carl confesses (male reader)

saving carl from being bitten (male reader)

listening to robert smith with carl (gn reader)

dating carl hcs [02 cw homophobia] (male reader)

comforting carl after a nightmare (gn reader)

changing carl's bandage (gn reader)

carl comforting reader after a nightmare (gn reader)

cuddling with carl (gn reader)

daryl dixon

confronting daryl about being embarassed to show affection in public [cw child abuse implication] (male reader)

he confesses after getting hurt (male reader)

[non apocalypse au] seeing daryl for the first time after years [cw child abuse implication] (male reader)

nightmare comfort [tw abuse] (gn reader)

single dad reader x daryl (male reader)

reader has tattoos (gn reader)

daryl confesses after a near death experience (gn reader)

daryl drabble (gn reader)

daryl confesses after a near death experience [02] (gn reader)

comfort after reader gets hurt (gn reader)

daryl drabble [02] (gn reader)

daryl protecting reader from spencer (gn reader)

slow dancing with daryl (male reader)

glenn rhee

reader has trouble sleeping (male reader)

glenn proposes (gn reader)

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sequinsmile-x · 1 year

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Hey! Love the new fic!!

But it got me thinking of a prompt where Hotch and Em are together, they haven’t said I love you and then Hotch gets hurts and Em starts pulling away from him and distances herself because of how scared she was that she was going to lose him, maybe Rossi acts as the go between for a while because Em can’t bring herself to see him and then they end up fighting and confessing that they love each other in the fight…

Up to you if you want to use the prompt😅 By the way I love your fics!!!

hiii bestie!!

First off, thank you so much <3 I am so pleased you enjoy my fics. It means the world <3

and I hope you enjoy this!

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The Waiting Game

Their jobs were difficult and they faced death more often than most people, but this was the first time she could have genuinely lost him since they got together and she hates it.

For a moment, a very brief moment, she hates him for it too.

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Words: 2.5k

Warnings: Brief, non descriptive, mentions of injury

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

“I don’t like this idea.”

Emily crosses her arms over her chest, the movement pushing her bulletproof vest even tighter into her sternum, providing an odd sense of relief to her rising anxiety. She feels the rest of the team all looking at her, their eyebrows raised as she’s the only one to disagree with the course of action.

It was a local case, something she’d found herself grateful for early that morning when she was woken up by a call from Penelope. Torn from sleep and the comfort of Aaron’s arms because of a hostage situation at George Washington University Hospital. The unsub, a man they now knew to be called Robert Johnson, had walked into the ER as dawn broke, having killed the security guards before they had a chance to stop him, demanding to see the doctors he believed were responsible for killing his wife just a month prior.

They’d been called in to negotiate with him, something that, so far, had not been going particularly well. He was on the edge, truly believing he had nothing else to lose, and Emily knew they were only an hour or so away from the FBI making the decision to allow SWAT to take him out. Something they all wanted to avoid - the chance of Johnson going down without taking more casualties with him, people who’d had the unlucky misfortune to go to the ER as he attempted to carry out a twisted sense of revenge.

In their last contact with him, Johnson had demanded to speak to one of them - the person in charge - face to face. Aaron was the person who had spoken to him so far, so had deemed that it made the most sense for him to go in because of that and as the Unit Chief. The thought of it, of the man she loved walking into a situation where he would be unarmed, makes her breath catch in her chest.

They’d been together for three months. Their friendship, and the support he offered her after her return from Paris, turning into more than she could have ever hoped for. She loved him, and she knew he loved her.

They just hadn’t said it to each other yet.

“Prentiss, it’s the only way,” Dave says, his hands on his hips as he tries to reason with her, “You know that.”

She scoffs, “What I know is we are talking about sending him into a situation we have no eyes on, unarmed.”

“Emily-”

“Would you be worried about it if you weren’t sleeping together?” Derek asks, cutting off Aaron’s attempt to placate her. The way he says it makes Emily tense, irritation flooding her veins as she clenches her jaw.

They had told the team a week ago, and she knew they were still adjusting to the thought of them together. Derek, as anticipated, had taken the news the worst out of all of them. He hated any kind of change, anything that could threaten their dynamic, and she knew she was still trying to get back into a steady place with her friendship with him after she’d come back from the dead.

“I’d be saying this if it was any of us,” she clarifies, her stare telling him how she felt about the way he minimised her relationship. She turns back to Aaron and clears her throat, “I don’t think it’s a good option.”

He steps towards her, getting as close as he would allow himself in a work setting, and the scent of his cologne washes over her, providing a brief flash of comfort.

“I’d agree if it wasn’t out only one,” he says, his eyes meeting hers, and they have a silent conversation. A moment where it’s just the two of them, as if they were back in his apartment or hers, not standing in the make-shift briefing centre that had been set up in the hospital’s parking lot. She knows he needs her support, and despite the fear clogging her lungs she knows he is right. This was their only option. So she nods, sharp and short and he flashes a smile at her before he turns to the others, “Dave, I need you to take point out here,” he says, waiting for agreement before he looks at Derek, “Morgan, I need you to make sure no one follows me in,” he says, and she can feel all eyes on her, “No matter what happens.”

Derek nods, “Yes, Sir.”

Emily has to stop herself from rolling her eyes, and she waits until Aaron steps past her until she calls for him, his first name escaping past her lips in a way she can’t control. He looks at her, his eyebrow raised in expectation, and for a moment she considers telling him. She considers letting out the three little words that had seemed so big even just that morning, but she stops herself. Not wanting the first time she says it to be in front of their friends and other agents she doesn’t know. Instead, she clears her throat, pushing the declaration back down.

“Stay safe, ok?”

He nods, a flicker of something across his face that lets her know he knew what she was about to say, and he turns and walks towards the hospital.

The time he’s in there drags. Minutes feeling like hours as her eyes remain fixed on the entrance he’d walked into, the cuticles on her thumbs picked apart as the sense of dread in her stomach only gets worse.

She’s not sure how much time has actually passed since he disappeared from her sight when she hears the gunshot. For a second, everything slows down around her. The rest of the team jumps into action as the noise becomes static around her. She steps forward, ready to run towards the hospital, towards him, but is stopped as arms wrap around her waist, holding her back. Time speeds back up as her back collides with Derek’s chest, and it’s enough to knock the wind out of her but not to stop her from fighting against him.

“Let me go, Derek,” she seethes, trying to no avail to push his arms off of her, struggling as he lifts her with ease, her feet leaving the ground, “Fucking put me down.”

“I can’t do that, Princess,” he says, his voice filled with more sympathy than she can take, “I told him I’d keep you out here.” She sags against him, the fight seeping out of her as they watch SWAT storm the building, “He’ll be ok, it’s Hotch. It takes more than a guy who has gone off the deep end with a gun to take him out.”

She keeps her eyes fixed on the hospital entrance, and she wished more than anything that she could believe him.

___

He makes it out with nothing more than a headwound. It was something he’d got in his, successful, attempt to get the gun out of Johnson’s hands.

Instead of relief when she sees him walk out of the hospital with blood on his forehead and the gun in his hand, she feels anger. Fury directed towards him for making her feel this way. For making her love him and then have to deal with the prospect of losing him. It’s absurd and she knows it. Their jobs were difficult and they faced death more often than most people, but this was the first time she could have genuinely lost him since they got together and she hates it.

For a moment, a very brief moment, she hates him for it too.

She leaves as soon as she can, heading back to her apartment alone because she isn’t sure if she wants to yell at him or kiss him. Or both. And she knows she needs time to get her head around it. Dave texts her to let her know Aaron has had stitches, done by the nurse whose life he had saved, and that he’s been discharged from the hospital. She replies to that text, but ignores Aaron’s, something she knows is unfair but does anyway.

She’s towel drying her hair from her shower, the water almost scalding so she can feel something other than the fear she still couldn’t shake off, standing in her bathroom wearing one of his shirts and a pair of sleep shorts, when there is a knock at her front door. She sighs as she throws the towel in the hamper before she heads for the door, she rolls her eyes as she looks through the peephole and sees Aaron standing on the other side. She gives herself a moment and blows out a steady breath before she pulls the door open, their eyes immediately meeting.

“You have a key,” she says instead of greeting him, not stepping back yet to let him in.

“I didn’t know if I’d be welcome to use it,” he replies, his hands in his pockets, and she looks up at his forehead, the bright white bandage standing out against his skin enough to make her chest seize. She steps back to give him enough room to walk in and then closes and locks the door behind him, well aware that now he was here he would be spending the night.

Despite her anger, she didn’t want to let him go.

“And yet you still showed up anyway.”

“At first I thought maybe you’d lost your phone,” he says, raising an eyebrow at her, “But then Dave said you were responding to him.”

She looks down at the ground, her arms crossed over her chest as she avoids eye contact, “I…I just needed some time.” It sounds pathetic as she says it outloud and she shakes her head at herself, scoffing before she lifts her head. He’s closer than he was before, only a couple of paces away now. She can smell the antiseptic from the hospital instead of his cologne and it turns her stomach, a stark reality of what she could have lost today, “You put yourself in danger today.”

“Em-” He sighs and reaches out for her, his fingers skimming over her arm before she ducks out of the way, stepping past him to give herself some more room.

“No,” she demands, cutting him off as she turns to face him, “You walked in there without a weapon. You could have been killed.”

She wonders what she must look like, standing in front of him with damp hair wearing one of his old Beatles t-shirts that almost entirely covers her sleep shorts, a wild look in her eyes that only he could draw out of her.

“I was doing my job,” he says, not rising to the bait, not engaging in the argument she so clearly wanted, and it makes her even more furious. Her body burning with anger she can’t explain.

“You could have been shot,” she seethes, “I…I thought…” the anger seeps from her, extinguished by the fear, the preemptive grief she’d felt as Derek held her back returning with full force, “When I heard that gunshot I thought you were dead.”

The admission hangs between them for a moment before he steps forward again, a gentleness to his movements that she wasn’t used to, as if he was approaching a wild animal. She jumps a little when he touches her cheek but she doesn’t pull back. His hand drifts, hooking a finger under her chin to make her look at him. Their eyes meet and she feels her resolve snap, everything that she’d been holding back for weeks, for months, for years, escaping from the box she’d locked them in.

“I love you,” she says, “I love you so much it hurts and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you,” shaking her head as she laughs humourlessly, “And that makes me furious.”

“Sweetheart-”

“I’ve never needed anyone the way I need you. I’ve never loved anyone so much…” She drifts off, having to force out a shaky breath as her lower lip trembles, “It would destroy me, Aaron.”

He waits a moment before he pulls her into a hug, his fingers tangling with her damp hair as she breathes him in, her face pressed against his chest.

“I love you too, Emily,” he says, and she feels the rumble of the admission in his chest, how it catches on every rib, and she pulls back to look at him, her eyes shining, “I love you so much and losing you would…” he drifts off, as if unsure if he should say what he was going to say next before he carries on, “I don’t have to imagine too hard to know what it would be like to bury you, sweetheart.”

She sighs and shakes her head, guilt stealing her breath, “Aaron-”

“I’m not saying that to make you feel guilty, baby,” he says, pulling her impossibly closer, “I’m saying it because I know what it’s like to lose someone you love like that and it’s awful. The worst thing you can go through. And after Haley, I told myself I wouldn’t do it again. And then you happened,” he says, and she presses her lips into a firm line, suppressing a smile that felt inappropriate, “And I wouldn’t give you, us, up for anything.”

She bites her lip, searching his eyes for any hint that he’s lying, and she doesn’t find anything, “How do you bear it?”

He sighs, and his hand drifts down to rest on her lower back, the space there as if it had been made for his palm, “I guess knowing that the love is worth anything that comes after it.”

She does smile this time, choking on a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob and she nods, “I can live with that.”

He smiles and leans forward to kiss her, the stamp of his lips against hers soft and full of promise. When he pulls back he’s still smiling, his fingers back in her damp hair “I was going to suggest a shower, but I can see you beat me to it.”

She smiles wryly at him, reaching for his hand and linking their fingers as she drags him towards the bathroom. He follows her willingly, laughing when she disconnects from him and pulls off the t-shirt she was wearing, throwing it at him as she enters her bathroom. She turns and winks at him.

“I can always be convinced to shower with the man I love.”

-x-

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ipseitydelrey · 7 months

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WILL NOT WRITE* scat (coprophagia), piss (urolagnia), extreme bdsm, age gaps where one is a minor, rpf (real person fic), pedophilia/hebephilia, rape/sa, abuse/domestic violence, self-harm, suicide, incest, bestiality, aged up (if the character is a minor in canon, i will not write nsfw about them even if i age them up to be 18+), and anything else i feel uncomfortable writing about.

WILL WRITE angst, fluff, smut, x reader, character x character, headcanons/nsfw alphabets, age gaps (where both are consenting adults), dom/sub, rough themes, biting, spanking, praise/degradation kinks, bdsm themes, anything that isn't in the "will not write" section**.

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✧ ౨ৎ ꒰ CRIMINAL MINDS ꒱ ⊹ ⁺ — currently writing for : spencer reid, aaron hotchner, jennifer jareau, derek morgan, emily prentiss, elle greenaway, penelope garcia, luke alvez

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✧ ౨ৎ ꒰ BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA ꒱ ⊹ ⁺ — currently writing for : shōta aizawa, katsuki bakugō (sfw only), izuku midoriya (sfw only), shōto todoroki (sfw only), denki kaminari (sfw only), mina ashido (sfw only), momo yaoyorozu (sfw only), ochako uraraka (sfw only)

✧ ౨ৎ ꒰ TOP GUN ꒱ ⊹ ⁺ — currently writing for: pete "maverick" mitchell, bradley "rooster" bradshaw, jake "hangman" seresin, natasha "phoenix" trace, robert "bob" floyd

✧ ౨ৎ ꒰ MISCELLANEOUS ꒱ ⊹ ⁺ — currently writing for: carmen berzatto, mike schmidt, link (botw/totk; sfw only), zelda (botw/totk; sfw only)

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madroxed · 9 months

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rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words

i was tagged by @doreyg 💖

most hits: unsurprisingly it's then you'll wake up (shadowhunters, simon/raphael).

second most kudos: also unsurprisingly it's your left hand man (shadowhunters, simon/raphael). 2016 saphael fandom, boy do i miss you.

third most comments: we're completing the trifecta of 2016 saphael hits with pocketful of sunshine (shadowhunters, simon/raphael).

fourth most bookmarks: for something different, it's sighs in my sleep (that '70s show, jackie/hyde). it always blows me away how well this fic was received given how far post-show it was written and that it's about unplanned pregnancy, but i'm glad people like it.

fifth most words: i'm not known for my long fic so this could have been anything, but at just over 7k we have like a long way gone (emmerdale, robert/aaron), my entirely self-indulgent fic about therapy and diy.

least words: at a teeny tiny 282 words it's loved like an ace (x-men: first class, alex/darwin) which would have been from an old comment ficathon over on lj. i'm also realising that my three shortest fics are all comic ones because i always wish i could write long fic for comics but alas.

tagging: @thisissirius, @shanastoryteller, and @lafaerie.

#text #meme

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enchantedsugden · 6 months

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hello, hello, just wanted to come on here to keep up with my annual tradition.

here are the fics i've written over the past year

robert x aaron

all's well that ends well to end up with you

a little more time with you

(and out of all these things i've done) i think i love you better now

had a feeling so peculiar (that this pain wouldn't be for evermore)

alex x henry

most of the game is unfamiliar

#this list was supposed to have more rwrb fics lmao but life did not allow it #my fics #fic masterlist

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beautifulhigh · 9 months

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20 Questions aka. Oversharing on the Internet version 92840938. Plus one?

Thank you for for tagging me @welcometololaland. Even though I suck at tag games and answering asks...

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

77.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

952,168. Pretty sure the next fic is going to top the million mark when (if) it finally goes up.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

At the moment? 911: Lone Star & Red White and Royal Blue

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Every nation ought to have a right to provide for its own happiness (RWRB). My newest fic and clearly posted at the right time to ride the wave!

Tell all the truth but tell it slant, Success in circuit lies (Lone Star) My post-Sadie fic. I really liked getting to play about with the narrative structure in this one

The tender things are those we fold away (Lone Star) Only Fans fic, my beloved.

But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep (Lone Star) My first Tarlos fic. Written before Gwyn's sudden death and she had a starring role at the start of it. And then I did something similar with Gabriel for my last one. I swear I will never heavily feature any recurring character again.

Want (Emmerdale) Come back to the Dales, Hawley you coward.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I respond to 99% of them - hard to come up with a response to a comment that you know someone just cuts and pastes onto all fics they read. (I am grateful for all comments but still...) You took the time to read and leave me a comment, I'm going to acknowledge that.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm going to go with Rumours (Emmerdale) for this. Because while they both die at the end (no reference intended to the book!) there is a whole life for Aaron and Robert before that moment comes.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think most of them? It's all varying degrees of happiness because it depends what has happened to them in the meantime. But it all comes out in the wash.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I once wrote a fic in which I had characters explain why they couldn't take a particular course of action, and I had comments like "this is stupid, why don't they just do x?" which says more about their lack of reading skills. Other than that, not really.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, but it's more about the feels than the actions.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've never written one, simply because it feels a little too much like crossing the streams. Unless they are canonically in the same 'verse my muse refuses to even consider it. She's a sucker for rules like that.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Someone translated a Glee fic of mine into Russian (I think? It was a cyrillic language, I remember that) but I am always open to it!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I did a dual narrative fic once and that was great fun.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Don't make me choose between my babies. I can't.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a Tarlos WiP and a Firstprince WiP and I want to finish them both.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I plan. I have pages and pages of planning and research and scribbled lines of dialogue and prose. I know exactly where I'm going with my stories and so the ending always pulls together the strands in the story. There are always hints and clues as to where I'm going, you just gotta pay attention.

(It's OK if you don't. It's rare someone comments on what is supposed to be a throwaway line and wonder why it's in there. Hint: it's because it's not throwaway.)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

More of a weakness for me I think - but consistency. I am a feast or famine writer. I knock out a fic in a week (Only Fans) or I have to drag it kicking and screaming from its coccoon of bedsheets (bank fic)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If I need to do it then I am putting out pleas on Tumblr for a native speaker to translate the line for me

19. First fandom you wrote for?

"...I plead the 5th."

^ what she said

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Don't make me choose between my babies.

I am super later to this so open tag!

#writing jen is writing #tag game

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robron-ficlets · 4 years

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Title: let me down slowly

Author: @kayceecruz

Summary: Robert and Aaron meet in a completely different way.

Written for Robron Week 2020 Day 1: first meeting/meet-cute. Sentence prompt: "Need to put a name to perfection? Allow me to introduce myself.”

Link to AO3

“Need to put a name to perfection? Allow me to introduce myself.”

Robert tries not to roll his eyes and glances at the bloke in the seat next to his. His drink is dangling from his fingers as his grip tightens and honestly, this is why he hates bars. This has been going on for the better part of an hour and really, he needs to give it up at this point. Robert’s been watching him get told off for most of the time the man has been trying and it was not what he’d wanted when he’d walked in here tonight.

All Robert wants is to drink away his loneliness and this was what he got for not just doing that at his new flat.

The woman the guy had been talking to, gives him a withering look and then shakes her head, leaving her seat and heading out the door.

Robert snorts into his drink and then on his other side, he hears someone laugh out loud and say, “You can’t pull to save your life, Adam, just admit it.”

Robert turns his head to agree with that assessment and then his gaze meets warm, blue eyes and he feels a little struck. His chest feels tight, his insides glowing a little and he hasn’t felt something like that in a long time. The other man smirks and Robert couldn’t help but smile back, laughs a little.

“I can!”

Robert keeps his eyes on the other man, watches as his smirk turns into a real smile, a little blinding, and he gulps hard, swallows something down. Then, that gaze turns back to him and he keeps his act together, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Alright, fine, let’s ask him. He’s been sitting here as long as me watching you be an idiot for however long it’s been.”

Robert opens his mouth and says “Nearly an hour.”

The man points at Robert. “See? He’s been keeping time, Adam.”

Someone taps Robert on the shoulder and he turns to look toward the failing idiot - Adam, he supposes - and stares waiting for whatever it is he wants.

“So, you saying, mate, that Aaron over there, is right?”

Aaron.

Robert leans back, glances quickly at Aaron, then shrugs, finishing his drink. “I think your mate, Aaron, was being pretty kind, actually. You’re bloody awful at this.I mean, seriously, it was painful to have to listen to. Please never do it again.”

Aaron laughs and Robert can’t help but grin at him.

“Was that too much?”, he asks and Aaron shakes his head.

“He deserves it.”

“Oi! I’m your best mate, you know.”

“Yes, I know.” Aaron sounds put upon and Robert does laugh out loud at that.

He wasn’t there to meet anyone. That - he and Ben had just finished and that had been on the tail end of the disaster that was Chrissie and him. He hadn’t moved back home for any other reason then to lick his wounds and get his shit together.

That was the last thing he wanted, to meet someone. Someone like Aaron who made him laugh and his stomach flip and his blood sing.

Aaron is still watching him and Robert knows - knows - that he isn’t going to do what he should and walk away,

He sticks his hand out. “Robert. Sugden.”

Aaron nods, his eyes widening a little, takes Robert’s hand in his warm clasp. “Aaron. Dingle.”

Robert freezes for a moment and then starts laughing because of course he is.

That’s how Robert met Aaron.

It could’ve ended there.

It should have.

Robert should have tried right then and there to get Aaron into bed.

Before he’d found out all the ways Aaron was way too good for someone like Robert.

Before he’d walked out of his new flat at Jacob’s End and found that Aaron lived just down the street. Before he met and liked his gobby little sister, Liv. Before his sister stuck her nose in and told him all the ways Aaron was the bravest person she’d ever met. All the ways he’d survived and still managed to stay this grumpy, loving, stupidly kind lad.

But he hadn’t wanted to -- he’d wanted more when he took his number. He thought maybe a date or two before they ended up shagging.

Now.

Aaron was his friend. His proper friend. Months down the line and the only person Robert wanted to talk to when something good or bad or awful or stupid happened was Aaron. Every time that Aaron went out with Adam (who was behaving himself now that he thought he had a chance with Victoria) or Ryan or anyone else, Robert would hole up in his flat and not think about it too hard.

Andy calls him on it, one day when Robert was glaring a hole in the back of some random doctor Aaron was kinda seeing.

“You ever gonna tell him or what?”

Robert frowns, pulls his gaze to his brother, “You what?”

Andy sighs. “You love him, idiot. Tell him.”

Robert doesn’t bother to disagree. He’d told his family as soon as he’d set foot back in the village that he was bisexual. That he’d just ended a relationship with a man. That he’d been engaged to a woman before that.

He is still surprised that Andy noticed, though.

“He doesn’t feel - he doesn’t think of me like that.” He stops at Andy’s snort, turns to him in confusion and then looks away when Andy’s face falls. Robert hates that look.

“Rob, you aren’t kidding, are you?”

He doesn’t answer and before Andy can say anything Diane and Vic show up. Family dinner starts but Robert can feel Andy’s gaze on him through most of the meal.

-- --

“I like Alex.”

Robert’s pencil stops moving and he glances at Liv. They’d been trying to deal with Geometry for her upcoming Maths test. He isn’t sure how they segued here.

“That’s - yeah, I knew that. He’s a nice bloke.”

Liv nods. “I like him but you know - I love you.”

Robert’s heart melts a little and his chest tightens even more than it normally does. He keeps so much inside that it hurts too much.

He leans in, meets her eyes and smiles. “I love you, too, Trouble.”

She smiles a little then sighs. “He -- just -- you mean a lot to Aaron, Rob.”

Robert nods, looks away. “We’re best mates.”

Liv groans, slams her books and Robert tries to stop her but she pushes his hand away. “Stop being stupid, Rob. Please. Just -- tell him, okay? Because it’s hurting - just tell him.”

He watches her leave before he drops his head with a thud on the table.

-- --

Robert rubs his hand against the back of his neck. He shouldn’t have listened to Jimmy and Nicola. Blind dates were the worst. That had been two hours of hell and when he’d slept off his boredom and disappointment and hollowness, he’d tell them both off.

He steps out of the taxi, thanks Pete and pays him, before walking slowly down the path to his home. He smiles at that. It does feel that way now. Like home. This village is home because everything he loves is here. Even if he can’t have it like he’d like to, it’s all here.

His steps falter when he notices a shadowy figure sitting at his stoop. He recognizes that puffy coat, smiles as he picks up speed.

Aaron stands up when he hears Robert coming and this time Robert stops flat out.

Aaron looks done in, eyes a little red and his shoulders are tight and when he looks at Robert, his face does the same, tightens.

“What’s happened? You alright?”

Aaron lets out a humorless laugh. “No. I’m not.”

“Aaron, what’s going on?”

Aaron shakes his head, motions to the door and Robert understands he doesn’t want to talk out where anyone that is up can listen in. Their village is full of nosy neighbors.

Robert nods, brushes past Aaron, pausing when his friend takes a step back, before opening his door. He takes his coat off, throws it on the cushy chair that he bought for Liv to do her homework in when she visits him.

He turns to see Aaron standing in the doorway, his eyes looking around the flat, like it’s the first and not the hundredths time he has seen it.

“Aaron, you’re worrying me. I don’t know-”

“How was your date?” Aaron spits it out and Robert is thrown but he answers quickly.

“It was fine.”

Aaron looks about to say something when Robert speaks again, ‘“You know what? No, it was boring. I wasn’t interested. Hadn’t even wanted to go on it to begin with but since everyone keeps telling me I need to date then -”

Aaron straightens. “Everyone who?”

Robert throws his hands up in the air. “Everyone who knows me, Aaron. Come on.”

Aaron bites his lip and then says, “Alex and I are done.”

Robert blinks slowly. That explains it, then. Aaron being upset.

“Aaron, I’m sorry, mate. Is there - can I do something?”

Aaron glares at him and he points at Robert. “Yes, you can. Just tell me, Robert! Ask me. Stop pushing me away. I thought that maybe -” Aaron breathes in deep, hands on his hips and he pins Robert down with his gaze. “Say it. Tell me so I know I’m not alone in this. Say it so I can say it back and we can do this. Properly.”

Robert is speechless for a moment but then he lets out a long breath. “Aaron, I’m not good-”

Aaron shakes his head, takes a step forward that makes Robert take one back and he points at him again. “Don’t you dare tell me you aren’t good enough, Sugden. Don’t do it. Because you are more than enough. Just let me love you, you idiot! Stop fighting me and we can start what we should have ages ago.”

Robert takes two long strides and he’s in Aaron’s space. He doesn’t wait. He doesn’t let his mind talk him out of this. He takes Aaron face in his hands and kisses him, hauls him up a little, holds on and kisses and kisses and kisses until they have to break part to breath. Aaron’s forehead touches his and his smile is a little watery.

“Took you long enough. Now say it.”

Robert laughs softly. “You are bossy.”

“Robert.”

“I love you.”

Aaron sighs. “Finally.” He pulls back, his arms twining around Robert’s neck. “You had me dating a boring doctor, Robert. You made me watch you go out on dates.”

Robert looks at him softly. “I’m -- wait, you dating Alex because -”

“Yes,” Aaron said, rolling his eyes. “Because I thought I couldn’t have you but then you were so upset about it, I knew. I thought I needed to let you come to me but - yeah, that’s never worked with you so.”

“So when I went out on a date, you got angry and waited at my door to tell me off and demand I tell you how I felt?”

Aaron looks sheepish but then he shrugs, leans into Robert and kisses his jaw. “Yeah, well if I waited for you.”

Robert kisses him back, pulls him closer and starts to walk them toward his bedroom. “How long -- I mean, since when did you?”

Aaron stops them both and stares up at Robert. “Are you -- Robert, you damn well know how long.”

Robert doesn’t. He knows how long he’s felt this way but Aaron is a different story.

Aaron glares at him, trying not to laugh. “You know how that whole night Adam was being an idiot at the bar, hitting on every girl sitting next to you?”

Robert frowns and nods. “Yeah?”

“He isn’t actually that terrible. He was trying to get your attention for me.”

Robert’s eyes grow wide and his mouth hangs open. “Wait. That - that whole thing was so you could --”

“So I could pull you, yes, it was. But then you got weird, I mean you are weird, and then I fell for ya and here we are. Cause you are stupid.”

Aaron laughs at Robert’s expression then kisses it off his face and pulls him toward the room. “Now, come on and let’s do what we should have been doing if you weren’t such an idiot.”

Robert grins and follows Aaron without hesitation.

#rw2020 #robron week #robron week 2020 #robert x aaron #fic: robert x aaron #fic by me #aaron x robert #robron

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